Free Brooklyn Bound by Jenna Byrnes Page B

his hair. “What happened?”
    He inhaled then slowly blew the breath out. “I haven’t talked about this with anybody for a long time.”
    “You don’t have to,” Gabe advised.
    “No, it’s okay. You guys are special. I want you to know.” He lay back and stared at the ceiling. “Mason and I dated for five years. He was a gifted pianist and just a truly special guy. I loved him very much.”
    Brook watched his face. She was dying to ask what had happened, but knew he’d get to it in his own time.
    “It was his thirtieth birthday. Mason loved a party. About forty of our friends were getting together at his favorite restaurant. He was coming straight from work, so we took separate cars. He was late, but that happened a lot—he’d get caught up in his music and lose track of time. The last of our friends to arrive came upon an accident and texted me.” He stopped talking.
    “Accident?” Brook held her breath.
    He nodded. “Mason had been hit head on by a drunk driver. Fucking six o’clock at night, can you believe that? The guy must have really been loaded because he was driving on the wrong side of the road. Mason was killed instantly. I really wanted to hate that other driver. Really wanted to let him have it. You know how they say the drunk driver always walks away unharmed? Not this time. Guy killed himself and a passenger. And my Mason. That was the end of the best five years of my life.”
    “Oh my God!” Brook pulled him into a hug and felt Gabe behind her joining them.
    “I’m so sorry, man,” her husband whispered, his voice thick.
    Tucker pulled away and swiped his eyes. He nodded. “Thanks. As I said, it’s been almost a year. When his birthday rolls around I’m gonna have a tough day. But otherwise, I’m doing okay. It took me a damned long time to get here, but I’m finally doing better.”
    Gabe leaned over Brook to place a kiss on Tucker’s lips. “We’re glad you’re doing better. We’re glad you’re here.”
    He clasped Gabe’s neck and kissed him back. “I’ve been a dead man walking for the past year. A few weeks ago I returned to the social club we frequented, thinking maybe I could get back into the swing of things. I couldn’t do it, it was too difficult. It wasn’t until I saw you that I felt any sparks of life at all.”
    Gabe smiled. “I felt the same sparks.”
    Tucker sat up. “You don’t understand.” He pointed to both husband and wife. “This is huge for me. A couple months ago I couldn’t think about sex. I’d jack myself off in the shower just to make sure the parts still worked, but there was no joy in it.” His gaze darted back and forth to them. “ This is where I found the joy again. This is what I’ve been looking for all this time.”
    Brook leaned up on one arm. “It’s nice of you to say so, but you weren’t looking for me. You were after my sexy stud of a husband. Unfortunately for you, he brought with him the old ball and chain, so to speak.”
    “Brook!” Gabe started to protest.
    Tucker waved her off. “That’s so far from not true I won’t even dignify it with a response. Other than to say, sometimes we don’t know what we want until we get it. Being with you two is amazing. Thank you for allowing me into your lives. I’m incredibly honored, and kind of thirsty, and pretty horny again. What do you say we get something to drink and discuss our next plan of action? I’ll be the submissive this time, and one of you can be the Master. I promise to behave, no switching. If I forget, you have permission to spank me.” His eyes twinkled.
    Brook gazed at him. “Or we could just have sex. There doesn’t have to be a ‘Master’, does there? Can’t we all just have fun?”
    Tucker blinked. “You didn’t think what just happened was fun?”
    “I didn’t say that.”
    Gabe rose. “I thought it was damned fun. You call it, Brooks. Either you’re the Mistress or I’m the Master. Either way, Tucker is sucking my dick here in a